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King Henry IV. (Part II.) — Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 1. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Act iii. Sc. 2. Like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

Act iv. Sc. 4.
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity.

Act iv. Sc. 4.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

Act v. Sc. 3.
Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.

KING HENRY V.
Act i. Sc. 1.
Consideration like an angel came,
And whipped the offending Adam out of him.

Act i. Sc. 1.
When he speaks,
The air, a chartered libertine, is still.

Act ii. Sc. 1.
Base is the slave that pays.

Act ii. Sc. 3. 'A babbled of green fields.

King Henry V. — Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 1. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness, and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger. Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

Act iv. Chorus.
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.

Act iv. Sc. 3.
Then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouths as household words, —
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,—
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.

FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.

Act i. Sc. 1.
Hung be the heavens with black

Act v. Sc. 3.
She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed:
She is a woman; therefore to be won.

SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI.

Act iii. Sc. 1. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

Act iii. Sc. 2. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted? Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

Act iii. Sc. 3. He dies and makes no sign.

THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.

Act. v. Sc. 6. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

KING RICHARD IH.

Act i. Sc. 1. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lowered upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

King Richard Ill. — Continued.

Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.

I that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up.

Why I, in this weak, piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time.

Act i. Sc. 2.
To leave this keen encounter of our wits.

Act i. Sc. 2.
Was ever woman in this humor wooed?
"Was ever woman in this humor won?

Act i. Sc. 4.
O, I have passed R miserable night,
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 't were to buy a world of happy days.

Act iv. Sc. 2.
Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.

Act iv. Sc. 4.
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed.

Macbeth — Continued.

Act v. Sc. 5.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
The cry is still, They come.

Act v. Sc. 5.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life 's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Act v. Sc. 5.
Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we '11 die with harness on our back.

Act v. Sc. 7.
I bear a charmed life.

Act v. Sc. 7.
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.

Act v. Sc. 7.

Lay on, Macduff; And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!

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